Chapter 3
Then the knights slipped their hands under her armpits and arms and lifted her body.
But that sensation… the feeling that had, just moments ago, been painfully harsh, as if she would be bruised…
“……?!”
…began to ripple strangely, shaking her entire body.
She could not yet understand what this change was.
From behind her as she was dragged away, the priest’s voice echoed distantly.
“With the divine power of Ephina, the God of Dreams, the brand of punishment has been engraved! Therefore, now, that thing is—!”
Not an imperial princess. ‘That thing.’
“If it dares to leave the temple, its heart will burst and it will die! If it falls asleep, it will fall into a hell from which even dreams offer no escape! And in its dreams, the things it fears will swell and happen many times over!”
“Waaah!”
The cheers of the people rang out.
A shame, pain, and strange sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
No matter how nobly raised an imperial princess was, she could not be completely ignorant of matters of s*x, and she could not believe the sensation she was feeling.
Shocked that she was beginning to feel this sensation—this feeling as if her lower body were growing damp—in this situation, she lost consciousness.
There was no longer a long name beginning with Delonas.
‘Del.’
The brother who had called her so affectionately, her parents—they were gone.
She was merely ‘it,’ or ‘that thing.’
And a coarse-textured cloth, the kind she had never held in her hands in her life, was thrust into her grasp.
After she became Archion’s lowest of the low and was made to ‘serve’ the temple people.
The first task given to her was cleaning.
“If you’re going to serve us, you must scrub clean the filthiest places first. Isn’t that right?”
With the meaning of stripping away and purifying the grime of the secular world, the bathhouse was considered the filthiest place in the temple.
That’s why this was a place not even prisoners from other nations, defeated by Archion, no matter how humiliatingly, had ever been sent.
However, Delonas, the imperial princess of Beakin, who had once stood with Archion at the very top of the continent as one of the two great empires, was made to clean this place alone.
―Swish, swish.
Instructed to wipe down every nook and cranny of the bathhouse with a rag soaked in holy water, she was busier
“……!”
with pulling down her clothes with a troubled expression than with the realization that she had fallen to the lowest class.
“Huh? Why is she doing that?”
The priests watched her, pretending not to know, and smiled sinisterly.
And for good reason.
The clothes given to her were impossibly ambiguous.
If one could even call them clothes.
Closer to a strip of cloth than a garment, it was woefully inadequate for covering her body.
The cloth, which couldn’t possibly have considered her figure, barely succeeded in half-covering the mounds of her full b*****s, just managing to conceal her n*****s.
But the cloth that fell away below that could not possibly have properly covered her lower parts.
Moreover, her task involved reaching out here and there and moving her body to clean.
―Wheee!
When she unconsciously raised her arm, revealing her body, a priest let out a long whistle.
Weren’t priests who dedicated themselves to the church supposed to be chaste and live lives far from desire?
Clearly, that was all a baseless rumor.
There was more than one or two lecherous gazes, filled with lust, boring into her lower body.
“Ah…!”
Startled, she quickly lowered her arm. And as she pulled down the cloth that barely covered her dark green pubic hair…
―Rrrip.
The part of the cloth covering her b*****s made an ominous sound and tore.
Just as she was flustered, not knowing what to do, clutching the thin cloth tightly in her hand…
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